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popsadie

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Hsinchu, Tawain
The Ether

I grew sick.
Exhausted by all the programmed tongues
Repeating sound lacking sense
Blaring scripts which feigned light and hope
But only bandaged my tears and gashes

So I didn’t just let go. I unlatched every tether.
Each fractured rope- every sweet scented deceit
I hoped to unearth all my buried bliss
To capture joy in my disillusion

But now I’m writhing here in the ether- clawing the air
Grasping for any unraveled string
A thread of sex, guns, or god
Any strand of a religion, old or new

So please, just give me some talking heads
I need a golden calf to bow down to
Cause anything, anything, has to be better
Than writhing and clawing out here in the ether.
 
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